Cumbia Cuentale
La Nueva Luna
Tell Cumbia
Cumbia..who will have her kisses?
who will have her body?
Her honey lips
Tell her I suffer for her
That I suffer her absence
I will die soon
When I remember her, the more I want her
Because I was the first to embrace her body
Today I am so far away, living as a prisoner
I miss her kisses, her honey kisses
Cumbia tell her I suffer for her
If she doesn't come back, I will die soon
Cumbia tell her I suffer for her
If she doesn't come back, I will die soon...
Cumbia who will have her kisses?
Who will have her body?
Her honey lips
Tell her I suffer for her, that I suffer her absence
I will die soon, when I remember her
The more I want her
Because I was the first, who embraced her body
Today I am so far away, Living as a prisoner
I miss her kisses, her honey kisses..
